The Faded Bouquet

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The Faded Bouquet

The rain struck the cobblestones with the force of a hammer. Elias stood in the alley. His knuckles were split. Blood ran in thick, dark rivulets down his wrists. He did not wipe it away. He held the object tight against his chest. It was a fist of white lilies. They were bruised. Their petals were torn. The stems were snapped. A voice cut through the downpour. "You are a thief," the man said....

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